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           Sometimesshemademewelcome,sheusuallywantedherwalkintheoutercellar.Sometimesshemademegoawayassoonassupperwasover.

           Itookphotoswhenevershewouldletme.Shetooksomeofme.Igotherinalotofposes,allniceones,ofcourse.Iwantedhertowearspecialclothes,butIdidn’tliketoask.Idon’tknowwhyyouwantallthesephotos,shealwayssaid.Youcanseemeeveryday.

           Sonothinghappenedreally.Therewerejustallthoseeveningswesattogetheranditdoesn’tseempossiblethatitwillneverbeagain.Itwaslikeweweretheonlytwopeopleintheworld.Noonewilleverunderstandhowhappywewere—justme,really,butthereweretimeswhenIconsidershedidn’tmindinspiteofwhatshesaid,ifshethoughtaboutit.Icouldsitthereallnightwatchingher,justtheshapeofherheadandthewaythehairfellfromitwithaspecialcurve,sogracefulitwas,liketheshapeofaswallowtail.Itwaslikeaveiloracloud,itwouldlielikesilkstrandsalluntidyandloosebutlovelyoverhershoulders.IwishIhadwordstodescribeitlikeapoetwouldoranartist.Shehadawayofthrowingitbackwhenithadfallentoomuchforward,itwasjustasimplenaturalmovement.SometimesIwantedtosaytoher,pleasedoitagain,pleaseletyourhairfallforwardtotossitback.Onlyofcourseitwouldhavebeenstupid.Everythingshedidwasdelicatelikethat.Justturningapage.Standinguporsittingdown,drinking,smoking,anything.